Okay, stop your complaining! It's time for Life is Funny! Get your funnies ready - you can submit them below.
First, a note to my mom. Mom, don't read this. You won't like it. If it will make you feel better, you can call all of your friends who read my blog and tell them not to read it either. I know how you hate when I give out your secrets...
Now that that's out of the way...
Let me start by saying that I have stick-straight hair. Not a curl or wave to be seen. And don't we always want what we can't have? Or should I say, doesn't your mother want you to have what you can't have?
When I was in 6th grade, my mom decided that I needed a perm. And for some strange reason, she decided that she was the one who needed to give it to me. Never mind that she couldn't even be trusted to trim my bangs without me ending up with a Mommy Dearest haircut. I needed a perm. So she permed my hair.
It didn't take.
Was this going to defeat her? Oh, no. She decided that I needed a second perm. Surely this one would take.
It didn't take.
Third time's the charm?
Nope. It didn't take, either.
Yes, I had 3 perms in 2 days. My hair was fried. Literally. My hair had burnt and broken off. It was at this point that my mom decided she needed the help of a professional. A professional who had no choice but to cut my hair off. My once long hair was now boy-short hair. And to make things extra special, once it was cut short, I ended up with kinky curls tightly wound to my head. Yeah, that was a good look. To try to "soften" the look, the stylist blow dried the front of my hair (or what was left of it) straight and left the back curly. I had a different hairstyle coming and going. It was horrendous.
You can just imagine little 12 year old me and my joy when I went back to school. Because yeah, other 12 year olds are so kind. Mom never permed my hair again after that. But I still get this weird twitch whenever I smell perm solution.
Ready to play? Here's what you do.
1. Anytime this week, blog about what in life you find funny. It could be something that happened during the week, your general impression about why life is funny, or even just your favorite joke. Be creative!
2. Please put a link to my blog in your post. And I'd appreciate it if you'd add my carnival button (made for me by Andie - thanks so much Andie!) to your post. To make this easy, I've put the code to do so under my blog button on my sidebar to the right.
3. After you've posted, come back here and sign up on Mr. Linky below. For the first box, put your name and your blog (example: Wendy @ Weight...What?), then your URL in the second box. Make sure you link directly to your "Life is Funny" post (not to your main page) so we can all read what you have to say.
4. Visit all the other participants and see what they have to say, even if you don't have a blog of your own. And very important: Comment, comment, comment! Oh, how we love getting comments...
5. If you Twitter, please tweet about this - the more participants, the merrier! So go out and spread the laughter! I can't wait to see what everyone has to say!